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	'<{title}>' => 'Nearly done with the term',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<section id="dream">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed I was shopping with Vanessa and our mother.
		Just after exiting the store, I found a payment card on the ground.
		I picked it up thinking I&apos;d return it to the financial institution that issued it as I normally do when I find cards, but it turned out not to be a credit or debit card, but a prepaid gift card.
		There was no way to get the card back to its original owner, so there was no reason to return the card to anywhere.
		I was going to keep it, but our mother thought Vanessa should have it, so I handed it to her.
		Vanessa didn&apos;t even want it though, so I&apos;m not sure why our mother was meddling.
	</p>
	<p>
		I got distracted and quit paying attention to the others, but I soon heard they were fighting.
		Vanessa had moved out and had a room mate.
		Our mother likes to be in control, so she demanded that Vanessa be able to come from her apartment at a moment&apos;s notice, even in the dead of night.
		Vanessa was going along with this foolishness, but didn&apos;t want her room mate to know it was her mother calling her away.
		Our mother was getting thoroughly maddened by the the possibility of Vanessa not allowing her room mate to know what was going on, and was claiming (as usual) that the withholding of information is a form of lying.
		I&apos;m not sure why our mother even cared, especially as she wasn&apos;t the one that was going to get &quot;lied&quot; to.
		Our mother started holding up traffic, as she was standing right in the way where vehicles needed to get through to navigate through the parking lot, and she was pretty much holding Vanessa in the way too.
		If Vanessa were to move, that is, our mother would get angrier.
		There were vehicles needing to pass, but our mother didn&apos;t seem to notice or care.
		There was also furniture for sale in the lot, set up at the edges of the pathways, narrowing them.
		This was perfectly fine and left plenty of room for vehicles to pass, as long as some rude moron didn&apos;t stand directly in the middle and block traffic.
		I started moving the furniture elsewhere to make a path around my mother for cars to pass, but again, my mother didn&apos;t seem to take a hint.
	</p>
	<p>
		A bit later, as I was still moving stuff, she out of the blue got on my case for not answering $a[SMS] messages at work.
		Um, hello?
		I don&apos;t have telephone service, at least as far as she knows.
		I told her I don&apos;t, as when she knows I do, she won&apos;t stop trying to pester me with it.
		And now, my mobile&apos;s acting schizophrenic, so it&apos;s likely I&apos;ll cancel my service altogether.
	</p>
	<p>
		At some point, my mother also mentioned the fact that I dropped an item off at her place the other day without stopping for a visit.
		This happened in the real world the other day; I tried to visit, but she wasn&apos;t home.
		I&apos;ve tried twice now, and I&apos;ll likely try again soon.
		If I have everything done early on Wednesday, including visits to both dentists&apos; offices and the quizzes I plan to have done the day before, I&apos;ll likely try to stop by.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>University drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day was as follows:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			I&apos;m not sure where you&apos;re getting the idea that most programs are a set of instructions with a name.
			In Java, this is true.
			However, in most languages, the set of instructions that make up the program as a whole does not have any name whatsoever.
			You also mention scripts as being a set of instructions with a name, however, the instructions that make up scripts have no name either.
			I guess you could say that the file that contains the script has a filename, but the script is nameless, as are the instructions that it contains.
		</p>
		<p>
			It&apos;s also worth noting that in your example, you don&apos;t have a group of named instructions; that&apos;s a named instruction address.
			If anything, it only refers to one instruction, not the group.
			It also seems to be an infinite loop that sets A and D both equal to <code>1</code>, then repeats forever.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
	<p>
		I won&apos;t go into details here, but I pretty much wasted all my study time yesterday trying to get the reading assignment for the one course.
		And it all turned out to be for nothing.
		I didn&apos;t really feel like talking about it yesterday, but if you&apos;re interested, you can look up more on that in my <a href="/en/coursework/CS1104/#Unit8">learning journal</a>.
	</p>
	<p>
		My task for today was to do the grading for the week.
		My goal for tomorrow will be to take the quizzes.
		That&apos;ll put me right where I need to be to get the final exams taken quickly, in the two days following tomorrow.
		The first day, the exams won&apos;t be open until late, so I might not get them both (or even either one) taken that day, but I should have them finished the next day.
	</p>
</section>
END
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